Undercover Love | Mafia x Cop (Jungkook)

Into the Lion's Den

Location: Police Headquarters, Briefing Room

Y/N sits at the conference table, her fingers drumming against the cold surface. The fluorescent lights buzz above, casting a harsh light on the photos spread before her—images of the Jeon crime family, their operations, and most importantly, Jungkook.

Captain Park: "This is your target," Captain Park says, sliding a photo of Jungkook across the table. "Jeon Jungkook, son of the infamous Mr. Jeon. He's the second-in-command of the Jeon family, and our best shot at taking them down."

Y/N studies the photo. Jungkook is handsome, with sharp features, dark eyes, and a mysterious expression that makes her uneasy. She's read the reports—cold, calculating, and ruthless. Yet something in his eyes hints at a depth not captured in the files.

Y/N: "What's the angle?" she asks, looking up at her captain.

Captain Park: "You're going in as someone interested in joining the organization. We've arranged for you to meet one of their contacts. Your job is to gain Jungkook's trust. Get close to him, find out everything you can, and report back. But be careful—this isn't like your usual operations. These people are dangerous, and they'll kill you if they suspect anything."

Y/N nods, her expression hardening. She's been in dangerous situations before, but this mission feels different. It's not just about surviving—it's about getting into the mind of a man who could kill her without hesitation.

Location: An upscale bar in downtown Seoul, later that night

Y/N walks into the bar, her heels clicking against the polished floor. The place is dimly lit, filled with the sound of low conversations and clinking glasses. She spots her contact—a man named Minho—sitting in a corner booth, nursing a drink.

She approaches confidently, her cover persona already in place: a woman with a shady past, looking to climb higher by any means necessary.

Minho: "You're late," Minho says without looking up, his voice gruff.

Y/N: "Traffic," she replies coolly, sliding into the seat across from him.

Minho finally looks up, his eyes scanning her with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

Minho: "You sure you're ready for this? The Jeons aren't the type to play games. One wrong move, and you're dead."

Y/N: "I'm not here to play games, Minho. I want in, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

He nods, seemingly satisfied with her response. He pulls out a phone and makes a call.

Minho: "She's here."

Y/N's heart pounds in her chest as she waits, keeping her expression neutral. After a brief conversation, Minho hangs up and gestures for her to follow him.

Minho: "Let's go. You're meeting him tonight."

Location: A high-end private club, later that night

Minho leads Y/N to a private club, the kind reserved for VIPs. The club is luxurious, with soft leather couches, ambient lighting, and a stage where a live band plays smooth jazz. Y/N feels a pang of nervousness, but she quickly buries it under her professional demeanor.

They're led to a private room at the back. The door opens, revealing Jungkook sitting casually on a leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand. He's dressed in a tailored suit, exuding power and confidence. His eyes meet Y/N's as she steps inside, and for a moment, time seems to stand still.

Minho introduces her, but Jungkook barely acknowledges it, his gaze never leaving her. Y/N feels a shiver run down her spine as she meets his cold, assessing stare.

Jungkook: "So, you're the one who wants in," Jungkook finally says, his voice deep and smooth. There's a hint of challenge in his tone, as if he's already testing her.

Y/N: "That's right," she replies evenly, refusing to look away.

Jungkook smirks, leaning back in his seat as he studies her. The silence stretches, thick with tension.

Jungkook: "You realize what you're getting into? This isn't just about money or power. Once you're in, there's no going back. Can you handle that?"

Y/N's heart races, but she keeps her expression calm.

Y/N: "I'm not afraid of getting my hands dirty, if that's what you're asking."

Jungkook's smirk widens slightly, but there's no warmth in it. He gestures to the seat across from him.

Jungkook: "Sit."

Y/N obeys, every nerve on high alert. Jungkook's eyes remain fixed on her, and she can feel the weight of his scrutiny.

Jungkook: "Tell me, why do you want to join the Jeons? What's in it for you?"

Y/N leans forward slightly, matching his intensity.

Y/N: "I'm tired of scraping by. I want more than just survival—I want power, influence. And I know the Jeons can give me that."

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her boldness.

Jungkook: "You speak like someone who's been through hell. What's your story?"

Y/N hesitates, carefully crafting her response. She knows this is a test—Jungkook is trying to gauge if she's lying.

Y/N: "I grew up in the streets, learned to fend for myself. Got involved with the wrong people, made some bad decisions. But I'm still here, aren't I? Stronger for it. Now, I'm ready to use what I've learned to climb higher."

Jungkook's gaze sharpens, his interest piqued. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey before responding.

Jungkook: "We'll see about that."

He stands, towering over her as he sets his glass down with a deliberate motion.

Jungkook: "If you want to prove yourself, you'll start tomorrow. I'll give you a task. Complete it, and we'll talk about your future with us. Fail, and you won't get another chance."

Y/N meets his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. She nods, keeping her voice steady.

Y/N: "I won't fail."

Jungkook's smirk returns, but there's a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Jungkook: "Good. Don't disappoint me."